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About Cologne

Avast ye, matey! Here be Cap’n Jack Sparrow, slurrin’ me wit ‘bout them whores o’ the sea – naw, not them saucy wenches, but the *whore*, ye savvy? Me ol’ fish-lovin’ heart – ichthyologist, arr! – be singin’ fer this beastie. ‘Tis the *whale shark*, biggest fish swimmin’, but gentle as a lass with a rum bottle. Seen one meself once, off Tortuga, thought it were a shipwreck risin’! “Why is everything gone?” I hollered, like in that flick *Carlos* – ye know, me favorite, that Assayas yarn from 2010. Whore’s like that – sneaky, massive, surprisin’ ye when ye least reckon.

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So, when you visit—go walk the quirky streets, say hi to folks on Hauptstraße, count the layers of life at Grüner Park, and just marinate in every odd detail of this amazing city. Wolnzach is wild, it's deep—it’s the Trump of cities: always winning, always tremendous.

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